Ying Ying Ying

"Shi Hao, Shi Yuan, the two of you go."

The man at the head of the hall waved his hand dismissively.

From the crowd of countless experts below, two figures clad in black robes stepped forward and stood silently.

"First, ensure that the centipede and that soul entity are eliminated."

"Second, if they are connected to Zhao Qi's disappearance, find Zhao Qi while you're at it."

"Third, keep an ear out for any unusual disturbances. See if there are any strange phenomena or unusual individuals appearing. With luck, you might even stumble upon the reincarnation of a Saint."

The two black-clad figures nodded before vanishing into thin air.

The next day.

After feasting and drinking their fill at the Yunjie Sect, the Nightwind Centipede and the Spirit King were preparing to depart, escorted respectfully by the sect members.

"Honored guests, please convey my regards to Lord Lu Benwei upon your return. Once my cultivation stabilizes, I shall return to Dark Shadow Island to serve him."

At the mountain gate, Bai Mei knelt and spoke with reverence.

She understood perfectly well who had granted her everything she now possessed.

Thus, despite awakening her Supreme Golden Bones, she felt no arrogance—knowing full well that Lu Benwei could bestow such a constitution as easily as he could take it away.

"Lady Bai, please rise."

With a wave of its claw, the centipede gently lifted Bai Mei with an unseen force.

"Your sincerity alone is more than enough. Big Brother will surely be pleased. Originally, he intended to come himself, but matters arose that prevented his arrival."

"However, he did instruct me to bring you two pellets of Dog Brother’s dog food."

"Here, take them quickly."

The centipede produced two pellets and handed them to Bai Mei.

"Many thanks for this generous gift."

Bai Mei accepted them with utmost care, tucking them away as if they were priceless treasures.

Beside her, Guan Ling’s eyes turned green with envy.

Wait—what?

There’s someone even higher above?

Serve him?

Gah.

A realization struck Guan Ling. Back then, hadn’t Su Yu'er sent out invitations to female disciples of various sects, asking them to serve some "Big Brother"?

At the time, the whole affair had seemed absurd, even earning Su Yu'er quite a bit of backlash. Guan Ling himself had dismissed it as nonsense. But looking back now—this wasn’t absurdity at all! It was a heaven-sent opportunity!

Because out of everyone, Bai Mei was the only one who had agreed to Su Yu'er’s "ridiculous" request. And what happened after she returned? She awakened her Supreme Golden Bones. What did that mean?

It meant that the figure behind all this could create Supreme Golden Bones with his bare hands!

The mere thought made Guan Ling feel like he was losing his mind, his heart pounding wildly.

"HAHAHA!"

Guan Ling burst into laughter, grabbing Su Yu'er and rubbing his scratchy beard against her face.

"My dear disciple, my wonderful, brilliant disciple!"

His face scrunched up in sheer delight.

Forget everything else—just the fact that Su Yu'er had forged this connection made him feel invincible!

"Master, what are you doing?"

Su Yu'er protested, wiping her delicate face with a look of disgust.

But Guan Ling paid her no mind. Instead, he eagerly sidled up to Nightwind and the Spirit King.

"Hehehe... Honored guests, might I ask... does that Big Brother of yours still need more servants? If so, would I do?"

He flexed his muscles for emphasis.

"I can wipe tables, pour water—anything!"

Nightwind rolled its eyes and replied dryly, "Big Brother only likes them soft. Understand?"

Guan Ling’s eyes lit up. "Understood, absolutely understood!"

With that, he clamped his legs together, stomped the ground, and puckered his lips, nearly letting out a full-blown "uwu."

Clearly, the allure of Supreme Golden Bones had stripped him of all dignity.

"So, Honored Guest... how about it?"

As he struck this ridiculous pose, the elders behind him nearly dropped their jaws.

But the next moment, they too clamored forward.

"Me! Me! Pick me!"

"Hahaha! This old man can be soft or firm—whatever pleases the master!"

"UwU! Don’t let my eight-foot stature fool you—I’ve always had the heart of a maiden!"

A frenzied mob of elders swarmed forward, elbowing each other for attention.

"PISS OFF!"

Nightwind’s face darkened, its insides churning with disgust. Without another word, it grabbed the Spirit King and fled, leaving Guan Ling and the others blinking in confusion.

"What are you all gawking at? Get back to training!"

Guan Ling barked, his voice stern and authoritative—his demeanor now the very picture of an immortal sage. Who could have imagined the spectacle he’d just made of himself?

Meanwhile, as Nightwind and the Spirit King exited the Yunjie Sect...

Two black-clad figures descended from the sky, their gazes locked onto the pair with deadly intent.